Today has been one of those drizzle, drizzle, down pour kind of rainy days.
Left to my own devices and with no little ones to race around behind I've felt kind of homely - melancholic, I guess.
On days like these all I want is some home comforts.
Pottering turned into a full scale shift around of the kitchen and dining room - reacquainting myself with things I've thrifted then put away in a cupboard, to save for a rainy day!
And the house had to smell welcoming in a come on in and wrap you in it's arms kind of way.
The aroma of freshly baked bread wafting around was the only thing I wanted to be warmed by - flavours inhaled, satisfy, to feel contented.
And with the dough split in half the other destined for our weekend main staple eager greediness, folded focaccia - steeped in velvety olive oil, scented with fresh herbs from the garden and oozing with strong cheddar cheese.
Stodge I know, but on a day that has been drizzle, drizzle, down pour it has made all the difference in making me feel 'homely'